Page 48 of Sinful Secrets

I take my seat and Firecracker hands me a glass of wine. “You need this,” she states.

“Thank you, Firecracker,” I say shyly.

She holds up her hand. “Firecracker is my road name, honey. Just call me Patty. Everyone else does.” She winks.

I nod, it is hard to remember their names then their road names, and when to call them by what name. I guess as time goes on it will get easier and I will understand their ways.

“So, um, Rose, where are your sisters?” I ask.

“They are at their homes, safe. Considering Blake and Carter aren’t official Satan’s, they aren’t in any danger really, they don’t have to come into lockdown, only if they feel it’s necessary.” She pauses for a moment. “Anyone else staring to wonder where the fuck they are?” she asks and everyone nods in agreement.

“I caved in and messaged Axel,” Patty admits. That has Rose sitting up.

“You hear anything back from him?”

Patty shakes her head. “No, I sent it over two hours ago. I mean, I know we shouldn’t be talking like this, but in theory, what happens if they all don’t come home? What then? Does that make Rose the President of the Satan’s?” Patty asks.

“I would make a kick-ass president of this club.” Rose smiles.

“No way would she make president of the club, Rip is my son and I'm the longest serving old lady here, surely it would be me?” Trudy adds.

“No way. No offence, Trudy, but your way past being able to run an Outlaw biker club. It would take a young strong woman, someone that knows what they are dealing with and how things run,” Patty states, taking a big gulp of her wine.

“Hold the fuck up, you just asked what we would do, all worried and shit. Strong and knows what they're doing, my arse.” Rose snorts, laughing. Patty smiles and flips her off, making all the other women around her laugh.

We all sit and drink our wine. I don’t have any more than my one glass, not wanting to be out of it for when Khan comes back. If Khan comes back.

I lay awake in his bed, cuddled into his pillow, watching the hand on the clock tick by until my eyes can’t keep open any longer. I drift off to sleep.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Khan

We move out on foot, the blanket of the night sky keeping us hidden through the trees and long grass. I wait as Rubble takes out the guard with his sniper. How the fuck he can hit his target in this darkness, I don’t fucking know.

We move forward, keeping low and hidden. As we reach the corner, I can’t believe the size of the place. Row after row of small huts, there must be at least sixty or more. “Fuck,” I mutter.

“Shit, this is some set up they got going here. No wonder they can traffic women and children,” Rubble states next to me.

As we move around––keeping quiet so as not to disturb the sleeping innocent people––I hear a twig snap from behind me. I spin around, aiming my gun and come face to face with a little kid. “Shit,” I hiss.

His eyes go wide at the sight of me. I place my finger on my lips to warn him to be quiet, and for a moment, I'm sure he's going to scream and rat us out, but he doesn’t. Surprising the hell out of us, he grabs my hand and pulls me to follow him, Rubble close on my heels. “Shit, brother, you shouldn't trust this kid. Bottom line, he is one of them, he could be leading us to our damn deaths right now.”

The kids stops and turns to us, then points to a side door to the main building. “She said you would come. Please free us,” he whispers before running off.

I look back to the door and to Rubble. “What do you reckon?”

“I think we ain’t got a choice and if that leads us to the motherfuckers then why the hell are we still stood here.” He smirks.

We move quickly and find the door is unlocked. Creeping inside, we follow the long corridor through the building. I turn to Rubble and he holds out his phone, showing me that he's messaged the rest of them to tell them where we are.

As we move further, a stench fills the air and it’s so bad it has me covering my nose. “I know that smell,” Rubble states from behind me.

We stop outside the door where the smell is coming from, slowly pushing it open. If I thought the smell was bad before, I was wrong. I cough and gag, the smell of rotten flesh surrounding us.

“What the fuck?” I mutter, stunned at what I am seeing.

Bodies, dead women and men pinned up to the wall, like damn stuffed animals, and each one has markings carved into their stomachs. But that’s not the weirdest part… their eyes are sewn shut and their bottom jaws are gone.

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